[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Many people think that Superman is the one who is the best to fool.

He's really not as cold and sharp as Batman.He is always sunny, as if he condenses the goodwill of the world on himself, and actively provides help to human beings. Even the kitten lying on the tree and unable to get down will get his bright smile.

But he is not easy to fool.

He is willing to give trust, he never takes the initiative to hurt people, but he is superman.

——God of the world.

Now that the gods are dormant or isolated or fallen, he is indeed the closest existence to the gods on earth, and he is strong enough; unfortunately, his weakness is too obvious—the sense of responsibility is too heavy, and he has a "weak" human heart .

He sees himself as a human being, an Earthling.

But this does not hinder his strength.

What's more... Lydia has never learned to hide her existence.

That's right, when Lilith goes out, she will wear inner augmentation, and she will use wigs and fake breasts to slightly cover up the specific data of her body, and she even finally learned to use a voice changer.But against Superman?Please, do you have super vision and super hearing?

Lydia's "hug", from the tone of her voice to the way she uttered her voice, revealed herself without any concealment.Plus she reminded him of the war damage bill that didn't belong to Superman.

She had been in contact with Clark before, but now that she took the initiative to reveal Superman's disguise, it was unavoidable for her to be discovered by Superman.

Lydia hadn't thought of that much.

A pretended blank smile appeared on her face, and she laughed softly: "What? Who is Lilith?"

Clark stood upright, the glasses that covered his beautiful eyes now hanging from his neckline.At this second, the appearance of Superman and the little reporter can be clearly distinguished at this moment.

He even shaved off his hair, and put the slightly long black hair behind his head, exposing his smooth forehead. The stubborn little curly hair showed his absolute presence.

He stretched out his body and finally stood up straight, and his shoulders, which were used to camouflage and shrinking, were also opened.There was a subtle smile on his handsome face, his clear sky-like eyes quickly swept over the red-haired girl, and then he let out a meaningful "hmm".

Lydia's shoulders slumped.

She muttered softly: "The secret I want to exchange with you is not this."

Although there is still a distance from the little girl, in Superman's eyes, the drooping corners of her mouth are sharp and cute.

He sighed again, his blue eyes gentle and soft, and even his voice softened a bit.

"See you tomorrow, then. Good night, Lydia."

Lydia nodded, pretending that her vest hadn't come off completely, she clutched her stomach and went upstairs.

Before drawing the curtains, he stood by the bed and looked out.Her senses were still sharp, and she could see where Clark was standing at a glance.He seemed to be waiting for Lydia, waved to the little girl, and disappeared instantly.

"Good night."

She muttered, fell backwards, didn't even want to take a bath, and spread out directly on the soft bed, bent her legs, curled up, grabbed the quilt to cover half of it, and closed her eyes.

***

After all, my physical fitness has been improved, and I feel refreshed early the next morning, and even most of the strength that disappeared yesterday has returned, even though I cried a lot, my eyes can still see a little trace.

Lydia planned to go to New York again, so she naturally had to get up earlier.While she was humming and changing her clothes, the fully charged mobile phone sang cheerfully beside the pillow.

"Hey?"

As soon as she answered the phone, she turned around and opened the door.

Clark, who was still wearing old-fashioned clothes, was standing at the door holding his mobile phone.

The reassuring scent of her body flooded Lydia's senses ahead of time so she knew Superman was coming before he told her.

"Good morning," she said into the microphone before stepping back to get out of the way.

Lydia didn't know what to say.

Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same.Although he himself sometimes separates the two "identities" completely, they are ultimately the same person who cannot be separated.

— Just like Lydia and Lilith.

The Superman in front of him seemed to be much more comfortable after being stripped of his vest.

The shoulders that were always shrunk on weekdays opened up, allowing the body to be stretched, and the somewhat "stupid" expression on his face disappeared.

His smile is still gentle and reliable, but with just a little adjustment, you can feel the difference.

No wonder no one found out that Clark and Superman are the same person. Apart from the hairstyle and glasses, there is no difference in the face, and Superman doesn't wear makeup.

Clark didn't know what the bunny girl who was getting more and more courageous was thinking.

He just raised his hand and showed the bag in his hand: "I brought you breakfast."

The days in winter are shorter, and it is less than seven o'clock, and the sky is still a little gloomy.Lydia opened a chair for Clark and took breakfast.

The deliciously toasted bread is still steaming, and the paper bags that wrap them are just beginning to soften. It is obvious that they have not been baked for a long time. The fried eggs are oily and attractive. The milk is packed in a glass, and you can smell it when you open the lid. Sweet and creamy.

The taste and temperature are good, she squinted her eyes happily, leaving a circle of white mustache on her lips.

"Where did you buy it?"

This breakfast warmed up her whole body, and Lydia, who often used cold bread for breakfast, couldn't help asking.

Superman sat at the dining table in the small apartment, looking at Lydia, very naturally: "I did it."

Lydia: "..."

She put down the milk, put her legs together, and put her hands on her knees, like a well-behaved elementary school student, her mind was full of "Superman can cook".

In fact, Clark, who is not only good at cooking, but also good at cooking, pushed the frame of the mirror with a smile on his face: "It seems that you are very satisfied."

The primary school student Lydia nodded, obedient and cute, as if Lilith who arrogantly laughed at Superman for "coming too slowly" was really not her.

So the topic still goes around to this after all.

He already knew some information about Lilith.Coupled with the fact that he already knew Lilith's true identity——Lydia Lexie, many things can be connected together.

Clark has no intention of prying into privacy, and his strength also makes him not need to think too much.

The girl in front of her was still very young, fledgling, both her fighting skills and her way of dealing with things were too immature, and her every move, including her temper after wearing a mask, was so ostentatious; but Clark knew clearly that the real Lydia Lake West is a soft but tough girl who exudes kindness and is the only one besides his teammates who knows who he is.

He suddenly remembered the time he had interviewed Bruce Wayne as Clark Kent's reporter a few days ago.

Bruce logged on to the Watchtower's network as Batman aboveboard during the interview, continuing to study a parallel world that had recently become so turbulent that it almost affected them.

While compiling the interview, Clark asked casually: "...Don't you need to take care of Wayne's affairs?"

Batman takes child labor for granted: "Robin is doing it."

The picture flashed away, and now Clark was just sitting in the narrow dining room, a table away from Lydia, looking at those clear green eyes, and slowly smiled.

The previous question turned in his throat, and it was replaced by a new topic that suddenly had an idea.

"Lilith," he said, "maybe you need a mentor."

***

Harry leaned on the raised hospital bed, tilted his head, his eyes calmly watched the drops of the medicine drop by drop, and then felt the cold liquid medicine enter his fragile body little by little.

This is the seventh bottle.

He slept for a long time, and the moment he woke up, he even felt that everything before was just a scene in a nightmare, until the people from SHIELD came and came up with some agreements.

Norman Osborn is really dead.

He actually made a will early, left everything to Harry, and also left him a mess, the kind that was too bad.

Non-disclosure agreements, transfer agreements, commitment letters, and so on and so forth.

Harry's hands were already shaking uncontrollably, but he still had to write his name on the agreement stroke by stroke.

——Now, the huge Osborne is on his shoulders.He takes responsibility for his employees and pays for his father's mistakes.

Fortunately, he only needs to pay, and according to the agreement, hand over the materials of the reagents under study, and never touch them again.

Harry had no choice.

Those people come and go fast.It was clearly only eight o'clock when Lydia arrived at the hospital, but those people had already left with the documents satisfied.

Hearing Lydia's footsteps, the boy turned his head and showed her a pale and shy smile.

His right hand was still shaking from time to time, but at this moment he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub the tip of his nose, and the back of his ear was stained with a pink color.

Harry remembered how he hugged Lydia to vent yesterday, his skin was so thin that he almost turned red.

Lydia gave him a hug: "Get well soon, Harry, we've said it several times, and you still haven't taken me around New York."

The brown-haired boy let out a soft hum, and his smile became more sincere.

"Wait until I get out of the hospital," he said, "I promised."

There are very, very few medical staff on the basement floor, and there are only two of them in the room.Lydia bought some more fruit from the ground and peeled the apples awkwardly with a paring knife.

Chatting to pass the time, Lydia carved a silly smiling face on the apple, then cut it into pieces with a guilty conscience, and stuck a toothpick on it: "It's almost Christmas."

She tilted her head: "I said before that I must make friends before Christmas. It may be that Santa Claus fulfilled my Christmas wish in advance and let me have a good holiday."

Harry's face was still pale, but he was a little more energetic. He chatted with Lydia about some school topics, until the nurse came to change another bottle of suspension needles for him.

He suddenly became quiet, and after a while, he slowly spread his disobedient right hand.

The fingers are slender and the lines on the palm are clear, but they are trembling uncontrollably.

"Lydia, I'm sick." He was silent for a while before continuing, "If one day, if I really...will I also become like my father?"

"will not!"

Lydia cut him off firmly.

The red-haired girl looked very, very sincere. She reached out, pulled the corners of Harry's drooping mouth into a smile, and poked at the very quiet system today.

[System, didn't you say that all superheroes are your male gods?Harry is the same now, you hurry up and find a way for me. 】